after the villain

05.

Ji Wuming was sure that when the old man said "Big Queer" and "Old Queer", Yan Jingyu, who was sitting on the opposite side, had a dazed expression for a moment, and raised his head in surprise to look at Yan Guitian who was standing opposite him—— I heard the commotion outside in the back kitchen before, I just thought it was two guests coming in, and I just took a closer look after I got used to it.

Never thought of such a coincidence.

Yan Guitian looked over as if feeling something.

The four eyes met, but the atmosphere was a little silent.

For a moment, Yan Gui suppressed the shock on the bottom, and asked tentatively, "Little brother?"

Yan Jingyu put down the hot tea in his hand and stood up, nodded, "Brother."

There are no tears in the eyes of relatives meeting each other, nor mixed feelings of brothers seeing each other again, there is only suffocating silence, and the embarrassment continues to spread as the two look at each other.

Ji Wuming: "..." He is [-]% sure that these two people have never recognized each other until just now.

Sure enough, Yan Guitian was the first to break the dead silence, moved the corners of his lips stiffly, looked at him up and down as a cover-up, and said without words, "...I haven't seen you in three years, my little brother has grown a lot taller, and his facial features have also opened up , almost made the eldest brother unrecognizable, very good."

Yan Jingyu was silent, lowering her eyes and agreeing against her will, "Brother has also changed a lot."

The story of brothers meeting each other was stunned by the non-embarrassing dialogue between the two, which made it look like distant relatives defected.

Xiaochun looked at this, then turned to look at that, leaned close to Ji Wuming's ear, and told the truth, "Sister, they obviously don't know each other, why are they pretending to be familiar?"

Except for the old man, all the people present are well-known masters on the Jianghu list, and even the smallest whispers cannot be hidden from the ears.

Yan Guitian: "..."

Yan Jingyu: "..."

Ji Wuming almost laughed out loud, he raised his hand to cover the corners of his upturned lips, coughed and picked up the teacup without saying a word.

In the end, Nangong Cheng really couldn't see it, and helped him out by saying, "Brother Yan, this is Brother Ling? You really are a good-looking talent."

"That's right, this is my brother's shocking rain, this is—" Yan Guitian got stuck when he introduced the second person, looking at the old man with some hesitation, not knowing what to call him.

The old man limped down the stairs with his hands behind his back, giggling, the scars on his face were horrifying, making people break out in cold sweat suddenly.

He shook his head and said, "Old man, I have no name or surname, and I have no title. If you think highly of it, you can call me senior. If you look down on me, you'll be a beggar. I don't care about you, old man."

"Senior, don't joke around." Yan Guitian introduced, "This is the owner of Tianji Valley, the same generation as my father, so Nangong can call me senior."

Nangong Cheng called out to his senior in a polite manner.

The old man sat next to Ji Wuming, poured himself a cup of tea, and smiled strangely, "The boy is quite well-behaved, if he doesn't make the old man unhappy, he won't be punished."

Nangong Cheng said "Oh", and asked with great interest, "I don't know if senior is unhappy, how will he be punished?"

"It's nothing, the old man came out of the valley in a hurry, with only a little money and pills on him, and I can only tell you to taste it - the taste of burning heart."

The old man deliberately emphasized the words "fire burns the heart", but he said the words casually, and his expression was so joking that it could not be taken seriously.

Nangong Cheng really thought he was joking, and opened the folding fan and said, "Senior is funny".

Only Ji Wuming tightened his fingers, clenched his back molars secretly, half-closed his eyes, and his eyes were dark.

Seeing that there were three of them sitting at the table, Nangong Cheng asked curiously, "Who is this girl?"

Ji Wuming had already made preparations when the old man came down. He sank into his dantian, secretly lucky, and planned to kill Nangong Sheng with one palm if there was a possibility of being found out, and then deal with the two brothers of the Yan family.

The woman in a long green dress with semi-wet long hair turned around and saw fair complexion, powdered face, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like peach blossoms; every feature was exquisite, and there was a heroic look between the brows .She raised her eyebrows and glanced, the tails of her eyes were reddish, and her eyes seemed to be rippling like water.

It is really graceful like a frightened bird, graceful like a swimming dragon, with the appearance of spring pines and autumn chrysanthemums, which makes people unforgettable.

Yan Guitian and Nangong Cheng's eyes were full of astonishment, obviously they didn't recognize it.

Ji Wuming's heart was full of mixed emotions, he didn't know whether it was luck or depression, he just omitted the surname that made people think, and said, "Aman."

"Miss Man!" Nangong Cheng's eyes were shining brightly, he folded his fan and wanted to step forward, and said in his mouth, "I was so full of thoughts just now that I didn't pay attention to the girl, Sheng really deserves to die."

"..." Ji Wuming rolled his eyes in disgust, and caught a glimpse of the half wooden mask that Yan Guitian casually put on the table.

The mask is old and ordinary, covered with small gaps, and the gaps are flat because they were injured by sharp objects.

Ji Wuming recognized that it was half of the mask that was split by the sword energy when he forcibly endured Yan Guitian's Tianyi sword art during the battle on Endless Cliff.

His face suddenly darkened, and he stood up abruptly, startling Nangong Cheng who had been staring at him as he spoke.

As soon as he stood up, his tall and straight height attracted people's attention more than Shengren's appearance.

Nangong Sheng was born in Jiangnan, more than seven feet and less than eight feet, he was half a head shorter than Yan Guitian, so he was considered tall, but today Yan Jingyu was taller than him, and even this girl, Ah Man, was taller than him!Not only is he taller than him, but also taller than Yan Jingyu, and he is brother to brother Yan.

Although northern women are taller than usual, and women who practice martial arts are generally taller than boudoir ladies, but this is the first time he has seen Gao Cheng like this.

Nangong Cheng looked at his oppressive height, his throat moved, and he swallowed back the words that rolled to the tip of his tongue in a useless manner.

Ji Wuming didn't look at him, and said coldly, "Everyone, please go ahead", and went upstairs without looking back.

Watching his back disappear at the top of the stairs, Nangong Cheng touched his nose and asked in a low voice, "I'm clumsy, I'm afraid I said something that shouldn't be said, and made Miss Ah Man angry."

It just so happened that the back kitchen’s food was ready, the proprietress called Xiao Chun to serve the food, the old man greeted them to eat together, shook his chopsticks and said, “It’s nothing, Ah Man has such a temper, just treat her as shy, don’t worry about it.” , don't worry about it."

"It's good that you don't offend the beauties." Nangong Sheng cheered up and sat down with Yan Guitian. They changed the subject and talked about the attack on Tianji Valley.

After Ji Wuming closed the door, he could still hear the sound of drinking and eating meat downstairs.

He didn't know what Yan Guitian was doing with that mask, but that half of the mask also reminded Ji Wuming.

Eight sects and eleven factions besieged the evil palace. Except for the elite troops led by Lin Yuezhi who sneaked into Mobei and Qingzhou, most of the rest of the people staying in the palace were killed or injured. The Dharma protector was exhausted, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

There were too many lives and deaths between him and Yan Guitian, Nangong Sheng and other martial arts factions. They shouldn't be able to sit down, drink and chat.

After more than a month of recuperation in Tianji Valley, the external injuries have basically recovered, and the internal injuries still need to be recuperated. Now that the antidote has been taken, it is time to use energy to heal the injuries, in case of emergencies.

Ji Wuming sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and held his breath, sinking into his dantian.

He didn't know how long he had been in samadhi, he only heard the "squeak" sound of the wooden ladder approaching, and the footsteps of the person who came came frivolously and gradually stopped outside the door.

Ji Wuming opened his eyes and frowned, "Who?"

The people outside the door thought they were silent, but they were startled by his voice, "Sister, it's me..."

Ji Wuming recognized Xiaochun, "What are you doing here?"

"Mother said that this place is close to the mountains and forests, and there are many snakes, insects, rats and ants. Let me get some incense for all the guests." Xiaochun said as he pushed the door open, "Sister, shall I come in and get you some?"

"No, I don't need it." Ji Wuming chased away.

Xiaochun Nuonuo, "Sister, those little things are very annoying, and most of them are poisonous, it hurts to bite..."

Ji Wuming frowned, but still didn't let her in, he just said, "You order it and leave it at the door, you don't need to bring it in."

"... Oh." Xiaochun responded aggrievedly.

There was a rustling sound at the door, and after a while, a strange fragrance came in from the crack of the door. Ji Wuming somehow felt that this smell was very familiar. It was everywhere in the bamboo house he lived in Tianji Valley, but the smell was not as strong.

No wonder Tianji Valley is located between the two mountains, which is supposed to be the most suitable place for animals to inhabit, but we have never seen annoying mosquitoes.

Xiaochun dawdled at the door for a long time, and after Ji Wuming impatiently said "Is there anything else?", he whispered, "Then sister, take a good rest, I'm going down."

The sound of footsteps gradually went down along with the "squeaky" sound of the wooden ladder bearing the weight.

Other houses are not smoked?Ji Wuming made sure that Xiaochun came straight to his room as soon as he came up.

Before he could figure it out, there was another knock on the door.

Didn't leave?Ji Wuming was quite surprised, "Xiaochun?"

The people outside the door were silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "No."

"Yan Jingyu?" No wonder he didn't pay attention to his footsteps.

Ji Wuming got off the bed, "Come in."

Ji Wuming looked at the young man in Tsing Yi who came in, a little puzzled, "What's the matter?"

Yan Jingyu looked around, as if looking for something, sniffed at the tip of his nose, looked thoughtful, and sat down at the table under Ji Wuming's signal.

Ji Wuming poured him a cup of tea, thinking of the scene where the brothers recognized each other but remained silent, the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile, and said with a smile, "Your brothers haven't seen each other for three years, don't talk about the past, come to me for what?"

Yan Jingyu showed embarrassment, her cheeks were flushed, her brows were depressed, but she looked angry.

He lowered his eyes and said, "I was separated from my family when I was young. I grew up in southern Xinjiang. I didn't know that I had my parents and elder brothers until I was fourteen or fifteen. I lived in Nanning for less than a year before I entered the Valley of Secrets."

"I've only met my eldest brother a few times, and I don't spend as much time with you as I do." He paused, and then said, "If there is no one else, I have nothing to say to him, so I can only talk in silence."

"So that's the case." Ji Wuming also knows how the Yan family, which claims to be an example of martial arts, taught its juniors who are proficient in assassination techniques.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then you came here to hide yourself?"

"...No, I have something to ask you."

Yan Jingyu gently rubbed her fingertips on the teacup, as if she was deliberating, and after a while, she made up her mind to look up and stare at him, "I don't know how to be tactful, so I just asked..."

The fierceness in his eyebrows and eyes made Ji Wuming feel as if he was being stared at by a wild beast for a moment, and subconsciously tightened his back.

Ji Wuming laughed in his heart. He wanted to relax, but when he heard the boy's voice sink, he asked directly, "You, are you Ji Wuming?"